I look at my handsome husband and tears trickle down my cheeks. 

"Alexandria? Baby, it's okay. It was just a bad dream," Jake says, pulling me into his chest.

Tell him. Tell him now.

"Jake, it wasn't a bad dream. I wasn't screaming in fear." I say and then pause, unable to look him in his deep brown eyes. "I was screaming because I was cumming ... I mean dreaming about cumming."

"What? You had a sex dream?" he asks lifting my chin up to face him.

"Yes."

He hugs me tighter whispering in my ear, "Baby, that's okay. Why are you crying about it?"

I pull away and sit up looking down at him. "There is more to it than that, Jake."

"I don't understand," he says running his hand up and down my neck, trying to calm me.

"I love you. You know I do. But ... but ... I want more."

Jake sits up looking concerned. "What do you mean, Alexandria? What is this about?"

Tell him.

"I want more in our sex life."

He suddenly looks angry as my words sink in. Oh no, the fragile male ego.

"You don't like sex with me? You always orgasm. Wait ... don't you?"

"See, I don't want to make you angry. I love making love with you. And I do orgasm. I just long for more ... more than what we are doing. Other things really turn me on. Different things. So, I dream about what I wish our sex life was like."

Jake shakes his head, clearly frustrated. "I don't understand. What do you want our sex life to be like? This doesn't sound like you. You don't sound like my wife right now."

"You are getting angry; I can tell. This is why I didn't tell you," I say crying harder.

"Alexandria, just tell me now. What are you not happy about? I love you and want to make you happy; this is just taking me by surprise. This doesn't seem like you. I always made love to you the way I thought you wanted to make love. What do you want?"

I choke back my tears and blurt out, "I want to be tied up. I want to be spanked. I was to fuck in the car, on the balcony on vacation, in the sand, in the pool. I want to play with toys. I want to try things in my ass. And I am Lexi in my dreams - not conservative Alexandria."

Jake's mouth is literally almost touching the bed now. I feel bad for him. I know he doesn't recognize the woman in his bed right now. 

"I read stories on Lush. That is where most of my erotic ideas come from. I get so excited I cum ... just from reading them and envisioning us doing this stuff they write about," I continue.

"What is Lush?"

"It is a website that publishes erotic stories. Let me go get something. I will be right back."

I get up and quickly leave the room with Jake still staring in disbelief.

I return to our bed and hand Jake a piece of paper. 

"Read these and maybe you can understand. I wrote down a list of some stories I really relate to: 'Don't Burn The Gravy', 'The Roadtrip', and 'Tales From the Road: Shower For Two'. I really want you to read them. And you can read more stories in my favorite categories, BDSM and spanking."

"What are they about?" he asks, staring down at the list.

"Well, 'The Roadtrip' is about steamy sex while riding in a car. 'Shower for Two' is about a couple having anal sex inside a shower at a truck stop. Scenes from the former would definitely make the long drives to your parent's house more enjoyable," I giggle, winking at him, trying desperately to lighten the mood. "I don't know why, but I crave the excitement of having sex in a public place too. And 'Don't Burn the Gravy' will describe some of the spanking and dominance things that arouse me." 

"Dominance? You want to be dominated?" Jake responds, shaking his head back and forth. "I don't understand. You are so take-charge with your job and have been so 'let me do it my way' in your life. This doesn't seem like you at all - to want someone to tell you what to do."

"True. I do like to be in control of most of my life. But, it is stressful. I think that is why I would like you to dominate me some in the bedroom. When I read these stories, I feel like the man dominating can be relied on. You know? Like he has me ... I can lean on him."

"You don't think you can lean on me?" Jake says the hurt look in his eyes piercing my heart.

Grabbing his hand, I say, "Of course, I can count on you, babe. It is just ... just ... a different feeling. So hard to explain." 

"And explain the spanking, babe," he continues, looking a little concerned. "I mean ... spanking typically hurts ... I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want an extreme spanking. I don't want to be bruised or really hurt. There is just something about being in that position and the trust I give to you that really really really turns me on. Maybe I won't like it. I don't know. Just the thought of it has always excited me. I would enjoy you just swatting my bottom every now and again in public too. I want you to do it when I am a little fussy or stressed. My instincts tell me it would really help relieve whatever negative thing was going on inside me. Maybe it won't though." 

"You surprised me with this, but feel me. I am getting hard listening to you talk right now. Us trying different things does turn me on," he says placing my hand on his hard cock. 

I smile, gently stroking him, snuggling in closer, and say softly, "The thoughts of me submitting myself to you turns me on, Jake. And I want to fulfill other fantasies too - stroke you in the movie theatre - go down on you while we drive to your parents."

"I will read your stories, baby," he says and then kisses me softly.

We make love with a little more intensity this time. Maybe we are fueled with thoughts of the possibilities of what lies ahead for us.

~~

The next day

I walk in the door from work and see Jake sitting on the couch, with an unusual look on his face.

"Hi. What's going on?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I read your stories and learned a few things."

Silence.

Then, he says sternly, "And what's going on is I have been thinking about the fact that my wife has kept secrets from me. And I don't like it."

"Look ... Jake I am ..." 

He cuts me off with "Sorry? Honey, sorry isn't enough sometimes. Withholding information is a close cousin to lying. I need to make sure you don't do it anymore."

"But ..."

"Come here. I need ... to make sure ... you don't do it ... anymore," he cuts me off again, repeating his words slowly.

Surprised by this unfamiliar attitude, I hesitantly walk towards him. 

"Bend over my lap," he commands, but I see a little upturn to his lips.

What? Oh my gosh, what is he doing?

"What?"

"I said, 'Bend over my lap'," he repeats. His eyes tell me he is dead serious in his request.

Words can't describe how I feel at this moment. Is he really going to spank me? I had read about this scenario so many times ... longed for it ... is it really happening? I start to shake a little. Reading about a spanking and getting one could be two different things.

He grabs my hand to pull me down. Biting my lower lip, I awkwardly position my body across his lap. Not sure what to do with my hands, I just raise them above my head, nervously stroking the soft material of the couch. Jake scooches me forward to where my ass is centered across his lap. My heart races. I do not know what to expect.

Jake starts rubbing my ass through my skirt and says to me. "We have been married for three years, Lexi. For three years, you kept this secret from me, your husband, so I think spanking you for one minute for each year would be an appropriate punishment."

Oh my goodness, he called my Lexi. I love that he just called me Lexi.

I also admit I love the feel of his hand rubbing my ass. Not gonna lie, the realization I am about to be spanked scares me a little. Will it really hurt? Three minutes is nothing, right?

"Yes, Jake," I murmur, trying to comprehend this is really happening, and not just a dream.

After deafening silence for what seems like forever, I sense he is hesitant too about this and reach one of my hands back - he grabs it and squeezes. Then, he releases my hand and Smack! He delivers the first spank to my right cheek. I jump and it stings a little, but the feeling is muffled through the material of my skirt. Then, Smack! Smack! Smack! as he alternates cheeks. I flinch just a little bit.

He stops and leans his head down and whispers, "You alright, babe?" I nod yes, trying to comprehend all these new feelings flooding every fiber of my being.

He abruptly raises me back up and says, "Take off your skirt and panties, Lexi."

Oh my goodness. His words raise every hair on my body. I stand up and try to hold his eye contact while I reach underneath my skirt and slide my panties down, followed by my skirt. I have, of course, been naked in front of my husband many times. But, this feels different - way different.

"Back down, babe. You know I am doing this for us. Secrets are not good between a man and a wife. And the clock had not started yet. The other was just a warm-up."

I sprawl back down across his lap with my naked ass on full display. He hands me his phone and says, "You can watch the time if you need to. Remember, three minutes, starting now."

A second after his word "now" I feel my first spanking on my naked ass. I had not been spanked as a child and this was a new sensation. The sound of his hand making contact with my sensitive skin amplifies the experience.

"Hssssss!" comes of out my mouth as air passes through my clenched teeth. Jolts of stinging sensations shoot from my ass down to my toes ... and linger between my legs.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He rapid-fires his hand on my ass before he breaks. Warmth rushes over my ass as my cheeks turn bright pink. I look at the clock and am shocked to see only 15 seconds have passed. Three minutes will be longer than I thought.

Jake pauses to rub some of the stinging out. "You are doing great, Lexi. I am giving you what you need, baby," he says seductively.

Then, the spanking continues. 

I feel the wetness between my legs now and moan ... and moan ... and moan ... and writhe on his lap. He moves his steady hand to my back to hold me down.

"Fuck, baby," pours out his mouth.

I feel his cock growing underneath my lower tummy. His arousal fuels my fire.

We are at minute two and my ass radiates the heat of his spanks. I am not sure I can hang on through the end and quickly shake my ass now to soothe the stinging.

Jake is in tune with my feelings and pauses to rub me. I loudly gasp, throbbing between my legs. I move back and forth desperate to relieve my aching clit. 

"Damn! Fuck!" he groans.

I spread my legs and he slides his hand down between my legs, gliding along my slippery slope, and finding my clit with his finger. He strokes my most sensitive spot and I scream out.

He apparently remembers the timer. With thirty seconds left, he quickly withdraws his hand to wail on my ass again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"No more secrets!" he sternly commands while spanking me. I hear his heavy breathing now. His cock pushes hard against my tummy. He is bucking his hips up as his hand strikes my ass cheeks. 

I scream out now with each spank, not taking my eyes off the clock. 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1.

"God! Fuck me!" I scream. "Fuck me now, Jake!"

In an instant, Jake slides out from under me and I hear him undo his belt buckle and quickly slide his zipper down.

"On your knees," he commands.

I immediately comply, still gasping.

Strong hands take hold of my hips, while his tip feels around for my opening. There it is. That glorious feeling when his cock finds me and pushes through that first time. Usually, he takes his time with entry, but not today. Today, he takes my breath away, as he fills me completely with his first thrust.

"Oh, baby! Fuck!" he yells. "Fuck!"

I need to cum. My clit is aching to the point of misery. He is fully intuned to my needs and reaches his hand around to the front to strum my swollen clit.

"Yes, baby!" I scream, losing touch with reality.

While one hand strokes my clit, his other reaches under my tummy to hold me tightly against him. He renders me unable to move, while his cock pounds me.

"I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming."

Screaming as the waves of my orgasm hit me, I feel his hardest thrusts yet. His loud groans tell me he just came too. Not wanting to break from each other, we continue to rock back and forth, still attached, basking in the glorious aftermath of our orgasms. I feel him soften inside me. Eventually, he slips out, rolling off me against the back of the couch. The last thing I remember is being pulled against his sweaty chest and held tightly.

~~

A few days later

"Thanks for taking me to the movies, babe," I say sweetly looking over at my sexy husband in the theatre seat beside me.

"Ugh ... romantic movie ... you owe me," he says grumbling.

He will owe ME an apology later.

We are about thirty minutes into the movie when I toss my jacket I brought over his lap.

"What are you doing," he whispers annoyed, trying to hand it back.

"Leave it there," I whisper back smiling my sexiest smile.

Before he can protest again, I slide my hand over the arm of the chair and underneath the jacket. I find what I seek and my plan begins. Softly, gently, but with slight pressure I stroke his softness through his sweatpants. Stroking and raking my fingertips over his cock, I feel it springing to life. He sucks in his breath beside me.

"Babe," he gasps.

"Shhhh!"

I love the effects of my stroking. He slides down in his seat a little and his hands grip the arms of his chair. My assault on his cock continues. Up and down. Up and down. Smoothly stroking him.  

My hand slides up to snake its way inside his pants and boxers. Thank you for wearing easily accessible boxers, honey!

While glancing around to make sure no one has figured out what I am doing, I make contact with his skin and circle his hard cock. Slowly, I stroke him up and down his lengthening shaft. His breathing quickens. His eyes are opening and closing with my movements. My fingers slide to his head and feel some pre-cum at his tip. I need some lubrication. I withdraw my hand and reach for my purse. I find it - lotion. Hiding my hand inside my purse, I squirt a little into the palm of my hand, and close my fingers, keeping the lotion from dripping out.

His eyes catch mine in a questioning look. Using my knuckles, I maneuver my hand back inside his pants and boxers and then open my hand to coat his aching cock in the wetness of the lotion. 

"Mmmmm," he groans softly, closing his eyes again.

I smooth the lotion all over, on top, beneath, up and down his hard cock. I tighten my grip and speed up my handjob. I love love LOVE watching his face contort with my movements. I can almost feel his pleasure as if it was my own. I rest my head on his shoulder trying to absorb some of his sensations. Wetness has made its presence known between my legs. Fleeting thoughts of us fucking in the parking lot after this movie hit me.

Twisting and rubbing, my handjob continues throughout several more scenes in the movie. Then, his hips rise up and the arms of his chair shake under the pressure of his grips. He is cumming. My hand moves to his head to try to catch his hot, creamy cum. I catch most of it, close my hand, and withdraw it from his shorts. After waiting for his breathing to return to normal, I plant a kiss on his cheek and excuse myself for a quick trip to the bathroom to wash the evidence off. I longed to bend over and capture his cum in my mouth if we didn't have other people sitting so close to us. Maybe, next time.

When I return I find him asleep. I can't help but giggle aloud. I slide back into my seat and hold his hand, still warm from him gripping his chair arm. I let him peacefully sleep as he doesn't need to see the rest of the movie; he just had his happy ending.

~~

Months later

My connection is unbreakably strong with him now; I can sense him in darkness. I know he is here - somewhere - watching me.

Warm breath caresses my ear and teeth nip my ear lobe, while strong arms encircle my waist. 

"Do you think they know?" he whispers. "Do they have any idea their beloved computer genius, dressed so prim and proper, was handcuffed to a bed hours ago having her magnificent ass paddled and fucked?" 

I can almost feel the handcuffs on my wrists and the spreader holding my legs apart. I shiver, briefly reliving the sensations.

He continues, "What would they think if they discovered the anal plug pressed into your ass? Would they like the faux diamond sparkling where your hole should be?"

I shiver again remembering him bending me over the bed, spreading my cheeks, and gently pushing the lubed-up anal plug into my ass. 

"Shhhhhh!" I turn my head to reply giggling. "I have a reputation to maintain. Behave!" I wriggle away from his grasp, straightening my business-like plain Jane outfit.

Jake smiles his all-knowing smile at me and mouths me a kiss with his lips. I bask in the memories of where those lips were just hours ago. Calm down, Alexandria. You are at an important client event. Calm down.

Jake looks at me differently now. I know he still sees me as the good wife he married - Alexandria - publicly well-behaved and conservatively dressed. But, now he understands Lexi, this other side to me; it draws us closer. I can't believe I had been so worried to tell him my desires, which led to him telling me his desires. This is what a relationship should entail, right? We feel safe and free to tell each other our deepest thoughts and dreams, then figure out together how to make them come true. 

I am now living my dreams. Are you?